For anyone interested in reading Supercorp/Karlena fanfiction I just stumbled upon this stupid ass attempt to rile us. Karamels are clearly very petty and incase you think this is an actual fic it isn’t so just a warning.

Honestly, they’re just mad that Jess The Secretary has better works than they do.

So it just goes on like this all the way down and this is almost as ridiculous as that hate list of people with common sense to block because they don’t ship their precious Trash Prince with Kara. A list that I didn’t even make it onto but whatever, clearly my salt isn’t worthy enough. 

After Dani leaves, Natalia sits down to take out her frustrations on her toy.

Natalia:  “Just who does she think she is?  I can like the same guy as Shauna!”

She looks at the silent toy and shakes her finger at it.

Natalia:  “Why am I even talking to you?  You’re just a dumb toy.  You’d probably tell me that there are hundreds of other guys out there and I shouldn’t like the same one as my cousin.”

She promptly hits herself in the head with the toy……

Natalia:  “OW!!  Are you against me too?  I’m going to flush you down the toilet, stupid toy.”

If you’d like to read the Runaways (Sophie/Caleb) Legacy from the beginning and check out my other stories, please click here.

Runaways Legacy History - a synopsis in one post

Every time a review for an adult animated show starts with something along the lines of “At first glance, it may look like your average children’s show, but actually…” my eyes roll so far back into my head that they come back out and I have to read that stupid sentiment upside down.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

something i made a while ago/  made this as a print but got lazy when looking for places to print so eh